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Re-sharing this story — it was published some time ago, now just slightly polished.
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[HYUNLIX] A/B/O
Felix, Hyunjin, and the rest in an omegaverse world that’s... not quite your typical ABO. Forget wolf instincts, soulmates, neck biting, and all that jazz…
If you’d like, you can skip straight to Chapter 1 and plunge into a half-finished pheromone musical. But if you’re curious how any of this makes sense-stick around. We’ll explain. Sort of.
Anyone who’s ever stumbled into the world of ABO knows how it goes.
It’s a world where people aren’t just divided by biological sex, but by instinctual types: Alpha, Beta, Omega.
Oh yes, the infamous system.
Sounds familiar?
Alphas: Usually dominant, confident, genetically coded to lead the pack. But not here. Here, an Alpha can be a freckled boy with coordination issues and a stress rash. (Hi, Felix.)
Omegas: Delicate? Sure. Sensual? Absolutely. But also: sharp-tongued, unbothered, and fully capable of weaponizing a teacup when necessary. (Yes, Hyunjin, we mean you.)
Betas: They exist. They have steady jobs. They don’t need to memorize the full choreography of the Mark. Often the most reasonable beings in this entire mess.
Pheromones: The real scriptwriters of behavior. Chemical messages your body sends before your brain even gets a vote—instinctive, unstoppable, and sometimes absurdly precise.
Rule One: Scent reigns supreme.
In the Kingdom of Hyangguk (literally “the land of scent”) everyone smells like something.
Alphas smell like confidence and excess. Omegas smell like softness and emotional threat.
Betas smell like common sense.
But don’t be fooled. It’s never that simple.
Scent means everything: social status, mood swings, sexual tension, and the reason someone just threw a fan.
Rule Two: No pairing is too strange.
Romance? Of course.
Alpha-Omega? Sure. Classic.
Alpha-Alpha? Expect broken furniture.
Omega-Omega? Possible (if they have therapy and enough scented candles).
Beta-with-anyone? Depends on their drama tolerance.
And sometimes, the dog is the most stable part of the relationship. (Shoutout to Kkami.)
There’s no right configuration. Just emotional intensity, and whether you can perform the Mark in sync without falling over. And even if you do-it might still count as performance art.
Rule Three: Hyangguk looks like a monarchy. It’s not.
On paper: crown, seal, palace, something called the Order of Harmony (a bunch of robed fanatics obsessed with scent rituals).
But the real power? Cameras.
Hyangguk is a media state. The entire country functions like a massive reality show spliced with a fragrance opera. The Ministry of Aesthetics signs more legislation than the Ministry of Finance. Every public ritual is livestreamed, has three hosts, and memes within the first fifteen minutes.
Power? It’s pheromones, PR, and post-production. Real rulers? Those with the most views, and the fewest mistakes during the Mark dance.
Rule Four: Don’t ask about logic.
Why is the dog a prophet? Why do the pamphlets have more editions than the Constitution? What does “the scent-touch didn’t happen but everyone cried” even mean?
Why are freckles important?
Because. Felix has them.
What is the Mark?
The Mark is the ABO-world’s version of a bond. It’s a RITUAL. A DANCE. A full choreographic display of instincts and emotions. A symbolic way to show that two people are “connected.”
Is it romantic? Sometimes. Is it political? Definitely not. (Okay, maybe a little.)
Who is Kkami?
Dog. Prophet. Guardian. Sometimes dances. Sometimes farts. Always shows up where he shouldn’t. If anything makes sense in this world - it’s Kkami.
And what about the Order?
The Order of Harmony makes sure no one messes up the Mark. They wear sashes. They write pamphlets. They hold emergency summits about pheromone aesthetics. They sound serious. Sometimes they even look it.
Romance?
Where there’s tension, there’s romance. And between Felix and Hyunjin, the sparks fly like a frayed electrical wire.
One final rule:
In this world, anything can mean something, if it smells strong enough. Everything else? That’s just narrative.
Ready? Then go to Chapter 1. Or come back here the next time someone faints from pumpkin scent. (It happens more often than you’d think.)